What, no Angels and Insects? No Blade Runner? No Giant? Okay, I'm wrong about Giant—I've always over-rated it because it was almost exclusively made up of boring parts, so I got to make out with my girlfriend in the movie theater for nearly three hours. Now that was a visceral cinematic experience.

Over at Locust St., the blog has been featuring an ongoing series called "100 Years (in Ten Jumps)." It's good stuff, but I'm particularly in awe of the entry "1976," which links such disparate artists as Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band, Anthony Braxton, The Wild Tchoupitoulas, and The Ramones.